Blackboard
With red hibiscus flowers plucked on the way there were days when we friends reached school before anyone’s trace; thick …
Tag: metaphor
Invasive Bittersweet
I wink a thousand yellow rimmed and red eyes, where I twist and climb and from the rise will thread …
Spirits of the Bog
Beneath the twilight’s reddened glow
where silvered waters softly flow,
the maples flame against the reeds
and bullfrogs leap and hide in weeds.
Pietra Dura
Here is the closed blue eyelid of time you touch to make sure, to see. Through a flat window of …
From Humble Dark Beginnings
I grew beneath the shadows where light was hard to find lay there amongst the darkness abandoned, left behind. I …
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
In Between
So, here I stand amid the briny surge That jostles surf upon the shore, Review another breaker’s jade converge With …
she even looked a bit like you
outside the port-a-johnleaning on the livestock penstrapped between twin stenchesI hold your purse like a used tissue “don’t go anywhere!”so I …